Chapter 29

Days wentby without any issues. By unspoken agreement, Becks and I didn’t talk about that night or Mr. Chase at all. At that point, it was in Wes’s hands. There was nothing I could do about it, so there was no point rehashing it to death. It wasn’t doing any of us any good.

We both worked a lot, saved as much money as we could, and spent every moment not working together. I mean, we already did that, but it felt different now. Whether we were making dinner, watching a movie, cuddling in bed, or doing something a little more couplely, it just had more meaning.

In the past, there had always been this sense of dread that eventually Becks would meet someone and no longer want his kid brother following him around like a lost, little puppy. Not that Becks had ever even brought someone home, but I’d still spent nights lying awake, worrying about it. I’d had literal nightmares of him telling me I had to move out because his partner was moving in.

Now, I wasn’t worried about none of that. Would there be a day when Becks would come to his senses and realize this wasn’t working? Maybe. But it didn’t feel like it. This felt real.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard over there?” Becks asked as he slumped onto the couch next to me with the biggest bowl of cereal I’d ever fuckin’ seen.

“Just how real this feels. Permanent.”

He frowned. “That’s cause it is. You think I’m ever fuckin’ lettin’ you go now that I’ve allowed myself to realize I can have you? You’re outta your mind, butterfly.”

I grinned. “Well, I ain’t lettin’ you go either. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Kinky.”

I stuck my tongue out at him like the mature, grown man I was. “You wish.”

Becks just shrugged and shoved a huge mouthful of cereal between his lips.

“Want some?” He held the spoon out to me, and even as I rolled my eyes, I accepted the bite, attempting to make it look as sexy as I could.

By the way Becks couldn’t hold back his laugh, I was pretty sure I was failing.

“Shut up,” I mumbled, sulking as I chewed. Then suddenly, I was on my back and was dragged into Beck’s lap. He pinched my lips together so all I could do was glare at him. He better be careful, otherwise I was gonna bite his finger.

“You’re fuckin’ adorable and sexy and the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Damn. That was one way to keep from getting your finger bit off. I melted into the couch as Becks let go of my lips and then kissed me.

My fingers curled into his hair and I pulled him closer to me. I kissed him back, not about to have him do all the work.

I sucked on his neck when he pulled back so we could breathe. “Need you naked,” I mumbled into his neck.

Becks was pushed the coffee table back, the still mostly full bowl of cereal sloshed dangerously along the way. He climbed to his feet, but before I could complain, he was yanking off his clothes. I got the memo and scrambled to get naked in seconds.

Before Becks could get back on the couch, I stood up and crashed into him, our hands and lips everywhere.

“Fuckin’ A, butterfly. Look at what you do to me.” Becks rubbed his cock along my stomach. He wasn’t all the way hard yet, but he was close. I rutted up against him so he could feel me the same way.

I scratched my fingers down Becks’s back, loving the way he shivered at the sensation. “I wanna mark you everywhere,” I whispered. “I want there to be no question you’re mine.”

Becks cupped my face, kissing me possessively. “There’s no fuckin’ question, Ri. I’m yours and you’re fuckin’ mine.”

I made an agreeable sound into his mouth.

“Yours, baby.”

Becks moaned in pleasure as I dragged my dick along his. It gave me an idea. I pushed him onto the couch and quickly pecked his lips.

“Don’t move.” I sprinted into the bedroom as Becks called out for me.

The lube was still sitting out on the table next to our bed, and I was glad. Made it quicker. Even still, Becks was half sitting up like he was gonna come after me when I ran back, out of breath but grinning like a fool at him.

Becks just laughed. “We could go in the bedroom, ya know.”

“Nah, no point. Couch is a piece of shit anyway.”

‘Course, it wasn’t really big enough for this, but I was gonna make it work. I climbed on top of Beckett.

He had to slide all the way down and one leg was completely off the couch. Good enough. I poured some lube onto my hands. One glance at Becks gave me permission to touch him, so I started to coat our dicks as he watched me curiously, not stopping me.

“I wanna try somethin’,” I told him, suddenly feeling a little unsure. Becks squeezed my ass.

“Whatever you want, butterfly.”

Once we were both covered in lube and as hard as we were gonna get, I shifted us around to be comfortable. Fuck, maybe we should go on the bed. But then Becks wrapped his big hand around both our dicks, jerkin’ them off at the same time.

“Oh, shit, baby. Becks.”

“This feels so fuckin’ good. Move, Ri. I wanna see what it feels like with you fuckin’ against my cock.”

Yes, please. I leaned down, bracing myself on Beck’s chest, and then started to move my hips.

It was immediate sensation overload, and it only got stronger as Becks bounced up to meet my thrusts.

My eyes practically rolled back into my head. “Becks, fuck. You feel so good. More. I need more.”

“So take it.”

Holy shit, gladly. My fingers pinched his nipple as I started to rock harder. Becks’s nails were biting into my ass. He pumped up, our skin smacking together obscenely.

“Becks, you’re—fuck. This is everything. I, it’s so much. So, so good.”

“I love feelin’ you like this, Ri.”

“Me too. I’ll never get enough of you, baby.”

He picked up the pace. “Me either.”

I was digging my nails into his pecs and we both left scratches and bruises on each other, but that was the point.

“I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Shit. Shit. Riley.”

Becks started to stagger, and his fist tightened even more.

“Holy fuck!” My orgasm hit me full throttle, and then we were both coming everywhere. Our poor couch. But honestly, I couldn’t care less. I’d figure out how to clean it later. For now, I just collapsed on Becks as he held me tight, his nose in my hair. Both of us were panting, out of breath.

“We probably ruined the cushion,” I muttered a few minutes later when we still hadn’t moved.

Becks shrugged. “We’ll clean it as much as we can and then flip it. Who fuckin’ cares?”

“True.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “Thanks, baby. I needed this.”

He rubbed my back. “Yeah, me too. It felt good to just forget for a little bit.”

“Yeah, it did. I wish we could always forget.”

Becks’s breath hitched. “Trust me, butterfly, that ain’t any better.”

I had nothing to say to that, so we just lay there until we were both too uncomfortable and went hand in hand to the shower.